Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cameroon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.